Ancient eyes had stared at me, filled with ancient grief. And something more. Something so alien and unexpected that I'd almost burst into tears. I'd seen many things in his eyes in the time that I'd known him: lust, amusement, sympathy, mockery, caution, fury. But I had never seen this. Hope. Jericho Barrons had hope, and I was the reason for it. I would never forget his smile. It had illuminated him from the inside out.
Karen Marie MoningBarrons was powerful, broodingly good-looking, insanely wealthy, frighteningly intelligent, and had exquisite taste, not to mention a hard body that emitted some kind of constant low-level charge. Bottom line: He was the stuff of heroes. And psychotic killers.
Karen Marie MoningHe looked blank. โHeโs the one whoโs been doing the magic against us?โ โDuh,โ I said. โDoona be โduhโing me, lass,โ he growled, his burr thickening.
Karen Marie MoningI moistened my lips. His gaze fixed on them. I think I stopped breathing. He jerked so sharply away that his long dark coat sliced air, and turned his back to me. โWas that an invitation, Ms.Lane?โ โIf it was?โ I asked, astonishing myself. What did I think I was doing? โI donโt do hypotheticals. Little girl.
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